Just a cute little poem that I enjoyed writing.
You need some love- you needed some care, But now itโs far too late...
by tbanarchy Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble
Writing this was actually more therapeutic than I thought it would be.
A letter to myself, 11 years ago (read: advice I still need NOW).
This is a world, called planet Earth Humans roam around, with a special gait
I'm drowning, the waves crash over me. The waves are taking me under. The current is too strong right now.
How do I beat it? I can tread the water, I can swim in this storm but it's pulling me under...
I poem I wrote after trying to jamming with some old time fiddle players.
Wrote this for a friend who helped me too many times to count. I only hope I can rise to that challenge when the time comes.
17Nov20 6:00PM
Memorize your lines!
By Markie Waters
In this story we will be looking at the life of Alberto, a boy who lives in a town that doesn't have anything interesting.
This poem speaks of things that are cliche simply due to their timelessness:
We live in a world of just-enoughs and okay-for-nows, dreaming; half-awake to the fact.
Just a cute little poem that I enjoyed writing.
You need some love- you needed some care, But now itโs far too late...
by tbanarchy Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble
Writing this was actually more therapeutic than I thought it would be.
A letter to myself, 11 years ago (read: advice I still need NOW).
This is a world, called planet Earth Humans roam around, with a special gait
I'm drowning, the waves crash over me. The waves are taking me under. The current is too strong right now.
How do I beat it? I can tread the water, I can swim in this storm but it's pulling me under...
I poem I wrote after trying to jamming with some old time fiddle players.
Wrote this for a friend who helped me too many times to count. I only hope I can rise to that challenge when the time comes.
17Nov20 6:00PM
Memorize your lines!
By Markie Waters
In this story we will be looking at the life of Alberto, a boy who lives in a town that doesn't have anything interesting.
This poem speaks of things that are cliche simply due to their timelessness:
We live in a world of just-enoughs and okay-for-nows, dreaming; half-awake to the fact.